American drama life begins with Dr. House

Du Wei shook his somewhat groggy head and opened his eyes.

What came into view was the bright lights and the scantily clad woman kneeling in front of him.

There were two lines of tears hanging on her heavily made-up face.

After seeing Du Wei open his eyes, he was mumbling frantically words like thank God.

Then he picked up the small satchel on the ground, pulled up the slipped shoulder strap, and stuffed the wet black stockings on the ground into the bag.

Then he stood up, hurriedly opened the utility room door with his two long, straight bare legs, and walked out quickly.

Feeling the chill underneath, Du Wei instantly went into a shutdown state.

What's the situation now?

Just a second ago, I closed my eyes permanently on the hospital bed.

Feel the joy of going to heaven right here in the next second?

The problem is, it ended without him feeling anything!

Just when Du Wei was thinking deeply about this issue.

There was a 'bang' in my head.

Countless memory fragments rushed into his mind crazily.

A strange but familiar memory emerged.

The original owner of this body was also named Du Wei.

He is a diagnostic intern at Princeton University Hospital.

But he, who was supposed to have a bright future, suddenly felt unwell for a long time.

After secretly going to another hospital for diagnosis, I was accidentally diagnosed with a late-stage brain tumor.

He doesn't have much time left to live and just wants to enjoy life as much as possible.

That's why such a ridiculous thing happened during working hours.

Unfortunately, because the pleasure of dopamine secretion is too strong, it stimulates the blood flow rate in the brain.

The few days left were quickly shortened to the point where I was dying.

At this time, the confused soul of Du Wei was attracted.

Only then did such a scene of resurrection from the dead appear.

Du Wei, who understood the fact that he had traveled through time, could not laugh at all.

Because of the brain tumor, he is likely to die again!

And he will suffer a lot of pain before he dies!

Life is simply worse than death!

It's better to let him die like this!

"It's so fucked up!"

Du Wei punched the shelf in the utility room hard.

Boom!

Severe pain came from Du Wei's hand, making him grimace in pain.

On the other hand, the shelf was still there, stable and graceful, as if it was mocking Du Wei for overestimating his capabilities.

Du Wei snorted coldly and planned to go to the roof to end this sad fate.

Du Weike, who also died of cancer in his previous life, knows all too well the pain of forced treatment at the end of life.

I really can't die even if I want to.

It's better to jump down now and be done with it.

But the moment he stepped out of the utility room, someone seemed to sense his death intention.

A voice from nowhere appeared in Du Wei's mind.

[The life-saving system is being bound...]

[The system is successfully bound. You only need to save people to survive for one day.]

…

The sudden system prompt made Du Wei retract his stepped foot.

Can you live longer by saving people?

Who would want to die if they could live well?

Besides, he is a doctor and this is a hospital. He can extend his life by treating patients!

Thinking of this, Du Wei's eyes were no longer full of death, but instead ignited with hope!

At this moment, the sound of conversation came from beside me.

"29-year-old, female, had her first epileptic seizure a month ago. She lost her language ability and could only mumble like a baby. She has staged mental deterioration..."

"It's a brain tumor and I don't expect to die soon. Okay, I've finished the diagnosis."

Upon hearing such a hasty diagnosis, Du Wei subconsciously retorted:

"Brain tumors are uncommon at this age."

The person talking immediately stopped. He was a guy in plain clothes wearing crutches. He looked at Du Wei with sharp eyes:

"Hey, what diagnosis do I know? How can you, an oncologist with a serious academic background, know more?"

Du Wei was stunned.

It's not because of the weird sarcasm of the person in front of me.

But he recognized the face—Greg House!

Then thinking of Princeton University Hospital, a bright light flashed through Du Wei's mind!

He knows where this is, the American TV series Doctor House!

When he was lying in the hospital bed trying to understand his condition, he had watched countless American TV series out of boredom!

After understanding what world this was, Du Wei immediately became excited.

Can he live longer by saving people? He can live forever if he wants!

The handsome blond doctor who had just been standing by to report the condition to House thought that Duwei was frightened by House, so he immediately spoke to the rescue and said:

"My judgment was similar to his, so I took the patient for brain tumor cell testing.

But the three most common brain tumor protein markers were negative, there was no family history, and there were no environmental causative factors.

And there was no response to the radiotherapy we did earlier.

So it can't be a brain tumor."

Duwei turned to look at the blond doctor, another acquaintance, Robert Chase.

One of House's three right-hand men and the future director of the Diagnostic Department of Princeton University Hospital.

House glanced at Duwei beside him and said:

"Okay, you have successfully aroused my interest, take me to see CT scan.

By the way, call this intern guy and see if he has anything to say."

Du Wei grinned slightly.

House wanted to give him a kick, didn't he?

But he already remembered who this patient was.

I don’t know who will surprise whom yet.

soon.

A group of three people came to the diagnosis room with the curtains drawn.

At the same time, House's other two assistants were also there.

After seeing House come in, they immediately stopped talking and stood aside obediently waiting for House's judgment.

House, leaning on a cane, limped forward and took a look before coming to a conclusion:

"It's brain damage."

As soon as these words came out, Furman, another black assistant, suddenly looked disappointed:

"I thought you were going to come to some shocking conclusion. We all can see the brain damage, so you don't need to say it."

House chuckled:

"You want to make something shocking? Okay, Du Wei, here you go, what are your conclusions?"

The three assistants' eyes immediately focused on Du Wei.

Furman was even more dissatisfied and said:

"How much practical experience does Du Wei, a just-graduated intern doctor, have? Letting him talk will only delay the progress of the disease."

"Although training intern doctors is what we should do, isn't it good to ask them to express opinions on such a serious disease right from the start?"

"I think it's okay to let him observe. There's no need to refer to his opinion, right?"

The three assistants all expressed explicitly or implicitly that they only wanted to hear House analyze the condition.

But House remained unmoved.

"Why are you standing there in a daze? Weren't you very decisive when you made your judgment just now? Why don't you dare to do it now?"

Facing House's roll call, Du Wei smiled softly, walked forward without any stage fright, pointed at the brain revealed by the CT scan and said:

"I don't think you're in the right spot!"